Draco Malfoy flicked his wand and poked hard at the small wooden stick on the ground.

It's a pity that no reaction occurred.

"Akus...... Akus ...... Akus...... "He looked a little anxious, poked very hard, and shouted at the same time—

As a result, he suddenly used a little too much force, and accidentally poked the wand to the ground, and sparks suddenly sparked around the small wooden stick, and at the same time flew into the sky.

Vincent Crabbe seemed to feel something familiar with the scene, and he reacted quickly and hurriedly took a few steps back.

As a result, the small wooden stick that sparked fell directly on Gregory Goyle's head......

Then, a foul stench of burnt hair could be smelled in the air.

"Ah......h

If it weren't for Professor Snape's help, poor Goyle might have had to feel the "Mediterranean" at a young age.

......

"Failed, didn't it?" said Professor Snape calmly, "theoretically this little stick is almost the same size as a normal match, and there is hardly any difference in structure except for the match head...... But you can turn a match into a needle, but you can't turn it into a needle......"

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As he spoke, he stood on tiptoe and began to break off a withered twig once more to make a new little stick.

"Some people don't think it's a big deal because it doesn't have enough practical effect on them in most cases...... For example, when he wants a needle, he has to buy a box of matches...... So the question is, why not just go and buy a box of matches?" Professor Snape continued.

With the exception of Malfoy and Goyle, the rest of the students couldn't help but laugh.

"But really, it's just that they're not learning well......" Professor Snape didn't smile, his expression was very serious.

Placing the newly-made little wooden stick on the ground, he drew his wand and aimed it at the ground:

"Akus!"

His voice was clear.

The shape and structure of the small wooden stick on the ground began to change little by little.

A few seconds later, a silver needle appeared there.

......

Looking at the silver needle on the floor, Matthew suddenly stayed there.

The first thing that came to his mind was the battle between Gellert Grindelwald and the Black Witch Morgana a few months ago-

Grindelwald easily brought the statue in Hogwarts Castle to life and fight for him...... I'm afraid that's also "Transfiguration"!

"Transfiguration is different from other magic, ordinary spells, just through classroom learning, can be used in many places......" Professor Snape continued, "but Transfiguration is different, dull transfiguration magic, can only allow you to cope with the exam in front of you...... If you want to really put it into practice, you have to learn to create!"

Professor "Snape" was so loud that even Crabbe and Goyle seemed very interested in it.

"And how did you do that, Professor?" asked Theodore Nott, looking excited.

Professor Snape did not answer directly, but explained: "Remember, transfiguration is not rigid, at its core, it is 'change'...... The premise of transformation is that you need to construct your own personal reality in your mind...... Whether it's a spell or a trick, it's just a medium!"

"A truly powerful wizard can do whatever he wants without a spell or even a wand!"

"Yes, it must be your own, and only when you find the real reality can you barely get started when it comes to metamorphosis. ”

Professor Snape shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course, in terms of transformation, my personal level is actually average, and I just barely reach the threshold of entry...... So if there are students who want to go further, there's nothing I can do...... But don't be too ambitious, even if it's just getting started, it's very, very difficult!"

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Malfoy and the others were in high spirits at first, but soon entered the stage of "listening to the heavens".

They understood every word Professor Snape said, but when they joined it, it was a mess.

Harry Evans was the same, but he didn't show boredom and irritability on his face like Malfoy and the others.

As for Matthew, he wasn't much better.

is also listening to the book of heaven, he can barely understand two or three percent more...... And this so-called understanding is only vaguely aware of a little bit of it.

Professor Snape didn't care, even though Malfoy and Nott were already quietly talking about Quidditch, and Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be asleep, and he didn't say a word......

What he enjoyed more seemed to be the pleasure of the class.

"Think about the purpose of your transformation, whether you want to change the structure of matter, or whether you want to change the nature of it...... This is where the complexity of the deformation lies, the structure and the essence, two different expressions, they seem to be the two banks of a long river, in which we are forever drifting, but we cannot reach the shore......"

“...... If we want to change the structure of matter, then the magic we need to use must be broken, broken, acting everywhere in the matter, causing everything to change...... And if you want to change the essence, then the magic must be continuous, unified......"

"It's a very profound question, structure and essence, they are mutually exclusive and opposite...... In traditional thinking, the two are irreconcilable...... And the real answer to it depends on your heart, which is your personal reality......"

Professor Severus Snape finally stopped his book, and Matthew suddenly felt a little pain in his skull...... It's as if the brain isn't enough.

"Alright," Professor Snape said, refocusing a few of the students who had deserted, "now let's try it, again with the simplest answer, matches and needles...... You can pick a piece of wood and make a stick about the size of a match, and try your spell to see if it works. ”

Professor "Snape" seemed to be a little tired from lecturing.

He sat down under the willow tree before him, and then "conjured" a bottle of pumpkin juice from his suitcase to quench his thirst.

And Matthew began to put it into practice -

Soon, he made a small wooden stick and placed it in front of him.

I took out my wand and aimed it at it.

Matthew whispered, "Akus!"